Otabek knew he could go two ways here. He could just shrug off the conversation and make some wry comment before telling Yuri to show him the quad flip again. Or he could actually be honest about the mess that was going on in his mind. The kind of honesty he owed Yuri. That Yuri deserved.
He was quiet for a moment, gaze down at Yuri's skates on the other side of the boards. "Yuri.." he started and looked up.
"It's not even about being a DJ. That was always - backup? Something I did for fun. I don't want to leave skating." Not even close. The fact the decision, even if was temporary, was made for him was something that more than kept him up at night. Injured in the prime of his career. It fucking sucked.
"I didn't leave to switch careers," he admitted. He shrugged a little, though it was clear he was taking this conversation very seriously. "Yuri I left because I didn't want to hold you back. I've been - a mess. I'm angry and heartbroken and I didn't want to drag you down into my shit. I didn't want to be a distraction."